Mark's Gifts Pt. 03

After discovering his otherworldly gifts thanks to the immortal Eleni in part 1, Mark conducted his first experiment in putting them to use to bring pleasure to the women on the world with Candy at a local bar in part 2.

After the exceptional success of this first experiment, as we rejoin Mark now, he is anxious to continue this new journey of discovery.

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When he got home, it was a little after three in the morning and he could instantly hear that Pete was not alone. Moreover, he was sure the sounds he heard coming from Pete's room were familiar.

Realizing his new gifts could help, he reached out with his mind and quickly discovered that he was right. It was Jennifer, again. And she was enjoying herself.

He smiled to himself briefly, noting that it was relatively unusual for Pete to bring the same girl home so soon for a second visit.

As he climbed into bed he could hear them clearly, they were going at it pretty wildly, and he reflected on the amazing difference his chance encounter with Eleni had made to his life as he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Next morning, he woke and showered briefly before making his way to the open living area of their apartment. He was about to make a cup of coffee when he heard the shower in Pete's bathroom start up so he made a pot instead and as he was drinking his first cup, Jennifer emerged from Pete's room.

Without pausing to think, Mark reached out to her mind and immediately sensed that she was nervous, unsure of how to behave around him.

"Good morning!" he said cheerfully, trying his best to put her at ease, "Grab some coffee, it's fresh."

"Thanks," she said, almost with a sigh and he felt a wave of relief flow through her.

"I guess Pete's gone to work?" Mark asked, as she joined him at the table.

"Oh, ah, yeah. He said he had to go in early today for something."

"So, what did you guys get up to last night?" he asked with a crooked smile and they laughed together, the last vestiges of unease leaving her mind.

"You know it was a shame you didn't feel good the other night, my friend Rebecca really liked you I think," Jennifer said after a comfortable period of silence.

It caused Mark to look up as his mind went back to that night. Rebecca.

"You should give her a call," Jennifer went on, smiling at him over her cup.

"I think so too," Mark replied, and smiled back.

"Well good!" Jennifer said enthusiastically, as she stood up to search for a pen and paper so she could write down Rebecca's number. As she did, Mark couldn't resist the urge to look into her mind a little.

He had no interest in looking at her memories of her nights with Pete, but he was curious about her. Like Candy, he discovered quickly that sex was very important to her but he was surprised to find that she thought about him sexually too. He didn't have to delve too deeply to find clear fantasies involving him in her mind, and he dwelt on these for a moment. As he examined her fantasy of him taking her roughly from behind against the very table he now sat at, he decided to see if he could replicate the physical effects his mental engagement had been able to produce in Candy.

As before, he tried to make it so that she could almost feel the physical sensations of her fantasy, his body pressing into hers and his cock filling her over and over.

In the real world, he heard a little gasp behind him followed by the unmistakable crash of a coffee cup hitting the floor and smiled inwardly.

He stood up and went to help Jennifer, who stood looking a little shocked with her hand over her mouth.

"Oh my god, I'm so stupid, I'm so sorry Mark!"

"It's OK Jennifer, don't worry about it," he said and laid a deliberate, gentle hand on her arm. At the same moment, he returned in her mind to the fantasy and the moment of her orgasm. As she came hard on his cock in her fantasy, Jennifer couldn't stop herself from letting out a little yelp in the real world and Mark found he had to move his hand to support her as her legs wobbled just a little. Her face was flushed and Mark could see confusion and a little fear in her eyes and he kind of regretted what he'd done.

"It's OK Jennifer, really, why don't you get another cup of coffee and sit down for a minute, I'll take care of this," he said and led her back to the counter. As Jennifer tried to figure out something to do with her hands and her breathing grew just a little heavier.

"Right... yeah... sure... more coffee," she said.

Although he definitely found Jennifer intriguing and she was undoubtedly incredibly attractive, Mark felt he wasn't ready to bring his new found gifts to bear so close to home just yet so when he had cleaned the spilled coffee and the broken cup, he joined her at the table again and encouraged her, both in the real world and her mind, to move on to other topics and they passed a pleasant half hour together before she left.

The day had barely started. The energy and rejuvenation Eleni had told him to expect after he had sex was coursing through him and he decided a trip to the gym was in order, he needed to work off a little steam. As he moved to his room to pick up his gym bag, he checked his watch and smiled.

When he exited the changing room at his gym a short time later, the reason for this smile was there in front of him. Ashley was there at this time every day. As she worked up a sweat on the treadmill, Mark took her in. Her short hair was dyed platinum blonde and she wore it close to her head. Her impossibly tight black shorts left little of her almost unbelievably firm and shapely ass to the imagination while the bright pink sports bra revealed her tight, almost sculpted torso. While her breasts were not in the same size league as Eleni or Candy, Mark found he always had to take a deep breath when he saw her.

They'd spoken a couple of times, basic chit chat around the gym. She seemed friendly, not aloof or standoffish like so many of the people he met at the gym and this, alongside her freakishly hot body obviously really attracted Mark to her.

As he started to stretch a little and get himself ready, he couldn't help but move into her mind quickly. He wanted to know first if she even noticed or remembered him and was happy to find pleasant thoughts about him and their meetings in her mind. Like him, she was happy to find someone friendly in the gym. He was a little surprised to find that she also liked the way he looked at her. He delved a little more deeply into this and discovered that Ashley was, quite rightly, very proud of her body and that she had developed something of a sixth sense for how men looked at her.

She was happy when someone like Mark did. She sensed this as a sort of adoration, a glorification of her and her beautiful, toned form that contained for her a clear acknowledgement that she was to be congratulated on the achievement of her unbelievable body. Others, and in this category in her mind he found Paul, one of the instructors at the gym, she loathed for their obvious objectification of her. To her, men like Paul didn't see her at all, they only saw a thing they liked the look of, like a flash car or a really good steak.

He explored a little further, and found happy memories of times when Ashley had reveled in putting on a show for Paul, giving him a good view of her tight ass, asking for his help on a machine and pressing herself against him, all so she could leave him unsatisfied in the end. He'd asked her out more times than was reasonable without her ever saying yes, but she continued to string him along and got pleasure from leaving him with an expectation that she would never fulfil.

Mark smiled inwardly at this, now on the treadmill himself, and decided that his newfound knowledge about the inside of Ashley's mind only made him like her more.

As he returned to her mind, in the real world she'd moved on to one of the weight machines. He moved on to take a look at her fantasies and was almost overwhelmed by a flood of images, so much so that he nearly missed a step on the treadmill. It took a moment to recover his senses, but it was clear that Ashley had a very active sexual imagination.

And her fantasies ran the full gamut. Mark saw her variously tied up, or dressed in all kinds of kinky outfits, from hotel maids to schoolgirls to sexy nurses, or fucking in a wide range of exotic locations, from a desert island to the Resolute desk in the Oval Office to various other famous locations, including the top of the Eiffel Tower. He even saw her fucking in space.

Mark decided he needed to narrow his focus a little, so he closed in on those fantasies that took place in the gym. Mostly, he saw her using the various apparatuses as props in a wide variety of sexual activity. As he moved to join her in the weights area, he made sure that she noticed him and he smiled and waved and she smiled and waved back. Back in her head, he then started to substitute himself into some of her gym-based fantasies.

Unlike Candy's bar fantasy, where the initial male partner didn't seem important to her, he found that most of the men in Ashley's fantasies were specific people. Some he didn't know, but most he recognized. Some were other members of their gym he'd seen around, but most were celebrities, sports stars, musicians, actors, even a couple of politicians. More than a few seemed to Mark to be aliens or monsters Ashley had conjured all by herself. The more he delved, the more fascinating he found her.

He was enjoying replacing the various celebrities in her fantasies with himself, when he noticed she was coming over to him.

"Hey Mark," she said chirpily, "sorry to interrupt."

"Hey... Ashley," Mark said, taking a second to regain his composure as his stopped his workout to talk to her, "no problem, how are you?"

"I'm pretty good thanks. Would you mind giving me a hand for a couple of minutes?"

She'd never asked him anything like this before and Mark was certain his work in her mind was having an effect.

"Ah, sure..." he started in reply and stood up. Ashley was around 5'8 but Mark still towered over her a little. He was conscious that she was standing very erect, the tight muscles of her torso were tensed and her chest was pushed forward a little.

"Thanks Mark, I've been feeling a little, ah, stiff? I guess? lately, I think it helps when I have someone to help me stretch." Mark thought he noticed a hint of nervousness in her voice, and he looked in her mind for any sign she was trying to do to him what she'd done to Paul so many times, but he found none.

"Sure Ashley, no problem."

They moved together to an open floor part of the gym with various mats and yoga balls available for use. As it turned out, Ashley's 'stiffness' was mainly in her legs and hips. Mark immediately thought of some stretches that would allow him maximum physical contact with her.

He offered her these suggestions and she readily agreed and lay down on a mat. As he started to move and manipulate her muscles, felt her hard, tight body in his hands, it took all the self control he possessed to not get instantly hard.

In her mind, he saw that she noticed this and was impressed. He also saw that she was getting hot. He found a fantasy that was not too dissimilar from what they were doing now and focused in on it, putting himself in place of whatever celebrity she'd dreamed about before.

In the real world, he turned her on her side slightly and started to bend one of her legs at the hip, stretching it. He pressed his body weight against her, ostensibly to deepen the stretch and pressed his hand into her lower back, moving it down towards her tight ass.

"You feel it? This OK?" he asked, looking at her innocently as he brazenly ran his rang along her ass. In her mind, he started to add in the physical sensations he'd practiced with Candy and Jennifer earlier so that she could almost feel the events of her fantasy, feel him rubbing her pussy and then sliding his cock into her as, in the real world, he pressed his hand and body harder against her skin.

"Oohhh," she groaned and he noticed her eyes close for a moment or two longer than necessary, "yeah, that feels really good Mark."

They hadn't been at it all that long, but as Mark released her from this stretch, she moved to get up from the floor and he gave her a hand.

"Thanks Mark, I think that's all I needed. You're really good at that," she said and smiled, a little sheepishly Mark thought.

"Hey, no problem Ashley. Any time," he said, with as friendly and non-suggestive a tone as he could manage.

She smiled at him and moved away in the direction of the changing area. Mark was a little concerned he'd missed his chance, so he went back into her mind and intensified his focus on some of her gym fantasies, zeroing in on those where Ashley was getting the most pleasure. As he bent to pick up his towel, he was aware that she looked back at him for a moment but she kept walking.

He mused a little as he made his own way to the changing area. He wasn't sure what he'd expected, there were plenty of other people in the gym and although he was enjoying his new found gifts, he didn't think it would have been a good idea for he and Ashley to fuck right there in the middle of everybody, but still, he was a little disappointment at the brevity of their encounter.

The changing area was shared for men and women, with individual stalls for gym members. Each one was totally separate and enclosed, with floor-to-ceiling walls made of thin laminated wood. Inside his stall, where Mark continued to wonder whether he'd missed his chance with Ashley as he took off his sweaty clothes. There were two smaller areas in the stall, each a little over a six feet square, half separated by another thin wall, one with a small bench for changing and the other containing the shower itself.

Mark was naked, about to step into the shower, still ruminating, when he became instantly aware that he hadn't, in fact, missed his chance at all.

The door to his stall opened and closed quickly and Ashley was standing on the inside of it, her back pressed against it. Mark turned sharply, but didn't say anything. He saw the familiar lust in her eyes just before she pounced on him. Mark was impressed, though not surprised, by her strength as she pushed him against the side of the stall and for a moment, he was worried about other gym members hearing them, but Ashley didn't seem to care and Mark made a quick decision that, if his mission was to bring pleasure to the women of the world, then he shouldn't care either. She pressed her body hard against him and reefed his head down to hers with both hands, kissing him hungrily, urgently.

Mark didn't have much experience with this kind of aggressive sexuality so he stayed focused inside Ashley's mind to be sure he could follow along with her fantasy properly. He could tell, even without looking in her mind, that their positions weren't quite satisfactory, so he quickly gripped her hips and lifted her. Despite her clear desire to be in control, Ashley seemed to understand what he was doing and went along with it, wrapping her hands around his neck and moving with him.

He swung them around, Ashley's legs wrapped around him tightly now, and Mark pressed her against the wall of the stall, pushing his body into her. The pressure of his body against hers held her in place and freed up Mark's hands to roam her tight form. He couldn't help groaning as he did so, marveling at the smooth firmness of her body. He paused briefly to grope her perfect breasts heavily before he gripped the underside of her sports bra and lifted it pretty roughly over her head as she raised her arms to help him.

Freed now to the open air, Mark moved his head down to taste her nipples, breaking from their violent kiss briefly and Ashley growled a little as he softly pinched first one and then the other lightly between his teeth. He could feel her hips doing their best to grind against him. She reached her hand down and groped for Mark's now fully erect cock that was sticking up between them and he groaned again into her tits as he felt her hands wrap around him.

He saw in her mind that Ashley wanted to reposition them again. He held her hips and moved them back a little from the wall so he could let Ashley down gently. As soon as she was down, she pushed him heavily again, forcing him back to the little bench on the opposite wall and into a sitting position. Without any pause or communication between them, Ashley was immediately on her knees and had Mark's cock in her hands again.

Mark wasn't overly concerned about the length or size of his cock, he knew he wasn't going to win any blue ribbons or anything, but it had certainly been working pretty well the last few days. Still, he had a nice moment of satisfaction as Ashley gripped him tightly and started to pump him with both hands and looked up at him, smiling wickedly. In her mind, he didn't have to look far to see that she was more than satisfied with the tool he'd given her to work with.

In another moment, he felt her hot mouth engulf his head and he groaned once more, moving his head back and closing his eyes as he savored the intoxicating heat and wetness that now enveloped him. She spent time moving her mouth around him as she licked, kissed and spit on him, running her tongue along his length several times before taking his head back in her mouth again and finally sliding his length into her as far as she could, still pumping gently with her hands.

Mark was in heaven. He could count the number of blowjobs he'd received on one hand, but he couldn't imagine one feeling any better than this. Ashley varied her action and tempo, speeding up and slowing down, focusing on his sensitive head and then sliding his full length into her mouth. Mark didn't want it to end. Still, he was conscious that he very much wanted more from this encounter and was determined not to cum just yet.

Ashley wasn't letting up though and in her mind, Mark could see that she had made the opposite determination. She too intended to get much more out of this encounter and had reasoned that if she got him off in her mouth first, he would last much longer later. Mark smiled inwardly at this and happily decided to go along with her plan. It was her fantasy after all.

As the pace of Ashley's sucking and pumping increased even further, Mark allowed himself to start approaching orgasm and he started to groan a little. As he felt himself almost there, he put a gentle hand on Ashley's head and said her name. He wanted to give her the opportunity to take him out of her mouth, but he could see in her head that she had no intention of doing so.

Finally, Mark felt himself go, Ashley's mouth still wrapped tightly around him. She continued pumping him, albeit somewhat more slowly, and she drew as much cum as she could out of him and swallowed hungrily.

"Holy shit Ash, that was fucking incredible," Mark said, genuinely overcome with the strength of his orgasm and just as impressed at Ashley's skill with her mouth and hands.

As she stood up in front of him, she leaned down and kissed him hard and long. Mark was sure he had never really tasted his own cum before as he did now, and made a note to reflect more fully on the sensation when he had more time. As it was, he gave himself fully to the kiss and saw in Ashley's mind that she was impressed he didn't pull away from her.

Keeping their mouths together, Mark stood now and pushed Ashley against the wall again, their hands roaming freely and roughly over each other's bodies. Mark moved his hand down to her pussy, still covered by her tight shorts and in her mind he could see that she was desperately hot and wet. He ran his hand firmly over her a few times and she groaned into his mouth before he slid his hand inside the waistband and down over her bare pussy, feeling her incredible wetness and pressing roughly against her again.